http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/ en-us http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/post-2416.html In the center of my queen-sized bed I sit with my legs crossed, holding a journal. I found it today while cleaning out my parent's attic. It was in the last of a pile of boxes that I was contemplating just throwing out without even looking in. I cou... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/post-2412.html I can remember sitting at the rectangular wooden table in the kitchen of my parent's house, surrounded by my two sisters and my Mom when I was about seven years old. The doctors had serious doubts regarding my younger sister's ability to ever talk , h... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/post-2408.html Carol Ann Wicks was born a happy and healthy baby girl on October 11, 1942 at Mercer Hospital to Dorothy and James Wicks. She was their first child and by all accounts this should have been a delightful event. However, Dot and Jim, as they were frequ... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/post-2399.html The candles that were arranged with excited anticipation are half melted and have already been reluctantly blown out. Dinner for two that was set perfectly on the table grew cold and was wrapped up and put away. And as I sit on the edge of the bed po... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/post-2394.html Standing before the mirror, the blanket slowly slides off of my shoulders, and falls onto the floor at my feet. With close attention, I survey every curve in the reflection, mindful of the slightest hint of negativity that may penetrate my thoughts. I ... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/post-2389.html Sitting in my car in the parking lot, I stare at the door and contemplate turning around and going back home. I don't remember how things changed from my never wanting to speak to him again to driving 40 minutes away at 11 p.m. simply because he asked ... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/kitten/post-2530.html I lie on the floor with my legs stretched out behind me, propped up on my elbows with pen in hand. Not a word written on the page before me, not even a single letter. The notebook is filled with thoughts & dreams formed into stories, yet none of them...